You've got the best of both worlds

You're the kind of girl who can take down a man,

And lift him back up again

You are strong but you're needy,

Humble but you're greedy

Based on your body language,

Your shoddy cursive I've been reading

You're style is quite selective,

Though your mind is rather reckless

Well I guess it just suggests

That this is just what happiness is.

Hey, what a beautiful mess this is

It's like picking up trash in dresses.

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write

Kind of turn themselves into knives

And don't mind my nerve you can call it fiction

'cause I like being submerged in your contradictions dear

'cause here we are, here we are.

Although you were biased I love your advice

Your comebacks they're quick

And probably have to do with your insecurities

There's no shame in being crazy,

Depending on how you take these

Words that paraphrasing this relationship we're staging.

And it's a beautiful mess, yes it is

It's like, we are picking up trash in dresses.

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say

Kind of turn themselves into blades

And the kind and courteous is a life I've heard

But it's nice to say that we played in the dirt

Cause here, here we are, here we are

Here we are... [x7]